It's the August bank holiday weekend and, as befits a summer bank holiday here in the UK, it's cold, windy and grey. Ah well, at least it's not raining!
I am suffering from a touch of post-holiday blues after a fantastic week in North Wales with the three men in my life - my husband (and fellow thriller writer) Adrian, and our teenage sons, Oliver and Thomas.
We stayed in a cottage on a working farm in the Snowdonia National Park. It was our first visit to North Wales and I think it's fair to say we were all blown away by the amazing scenery.
We packed our walking boots and over the week notched up almost forty miles including the long but rewarding walk up Mount Snowdon, and a scramble up another mountain, almost as tall but far less busy, Moel Siabod.
Here we are pictured at the summit of Mount Snowdon. Sadly it was cloudy that day so we missed out on the spectacular views, but as we're all a bit wary of heights it's probably just as well!
I was glad we'd done a few long training walks in the run up to the climb because I found it easier than I thought I might, although I had sore shins for a couple of days after. But my knees survived!
All the week has done is whet our appetites for more mountain adventures and we now want to climb the UK's other tallest peaks: Ben Nevis in Scotland and Scafell Pike in Cumbria.
It was lovely to have a week off from writing and the break has left me raring to get back to work.
I'll be hightailing it into my writing cave tomorrow morning to press on with Book Four, safe in the knowledge that the first draft is so nearly finished.
Just a handful more scenes to write, some clues to drop in and a few more red herrings to place, and I'll be there.
I shall stay in my cave until I type The End. Keep your fingers crossed I make it outta there alive!!
That’s all from me for now.